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joi, 20 august 2015

The Remorseful Killer

When someone kills another
person, we may say that he has the deepest experience of knowing her like a
human being. We cannot know a human being better than by reaching to the point
where its life ends. The love is also knowledge of an individual until to the
point where he or she cannot be an individual anymore, but only a partner.

It is not a kind of knowledge
similar to an act of learning theoretical matters, but a plain exposure of the
human being impersonated by the victim.

It is so plain, so that the
killer might see himself in that living picture of human limits, weakness, fears,
and humiliation portrayed by the victim.

In spite of the killer’s desire
to kill for getting power over his victim, he is under her power of revealing
humanity in its lowest forms. When he continues to be bad, he in fact develops all
those low forms of humanity in his person by losing his place among other
people.

The remorse which could make him
a better person is a form of estranging from his victim. Therefore, the remorse
ceases to be about the victim, but rather about the aggressor and about his refugee
in that field of shallow and egoistical emotions which dominates the human
relations. Those emotions do not contain the knowledge of other persons until
to their final point of their life. They are equally far from love and hate.
The remorse might bring forgiveness, but not in the name of the victim which
was abandoned by the remorseful killer.